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I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times.
My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina.
I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions.
I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.
My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.“O son! She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.“O my lovely son! You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now.
O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots.
She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy.
Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs.
My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.
He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.
The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties…what a delight panties are.
As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip.
I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating